Chapter 106

Zane

The world is quiet, but it’s not peace. It’s pressure. It’s a silence that stretches too long, like the held breath before a scream, or after one that left nothing behind.

Isla is still beneath me. Trembling. Red-eyed. Blood-slicked. Too still. My hands are shaking even though I’m trying to be steady. My throat is raw, stripped from yelling her name like it might summon her soul back into her